[IC] New Crobuzon & the World Beyond

[GM Marvel]

[OoC I think you meant to include Forge in that list]

[Ooc1: What are you talking about?  His name is there...        ]

Ooc - he did, I'm an animal companion :p lol

Forge continues to work tirelessly on some project, not needing to break, even for cof-fee. The liquid sounded like some expensive sickness. Cough-Fee.

Ooc2- are the daydreams of the junkyard just that, or do they have a supernatural feel? Are they more like visions that interrupt his work?

Ooc2- forgot to post Forges wish list for his materials.

[OoC2: When I was reviewing Warforged, I made the mistake of looking at the 4e version which is slightly different than 3.5e.  The 4e Warforged require a 4 hour 'stand-by' mode which is why I was in earlier posts I said he was having dreams.  But Warforged in 3.5 don't have any such limitation.  So Forge does not shut down and any past mentions of him 'Dreaming' should be considered more like his mind wandering or just Day Dreams that can happen at any time.  PM will be incoming shortly.]

Forge's mind wanders, drawing his thoughts to the strange junkyard that almost feels more like some kind of Sheen graveyard.  Piles and piles of Sheens, carelessly thrown onto one another that were discarded through either them breaking down or them being replaced by more modern models.  You think it's strange that for a world so full of mechanical creatures that no Sheens have been created to have any kind of sentience or to be able to do more than one or two simple tasks.  While you wander the crooked pathways of the graveyard inside your mind you can't help but feel uneasy with all the blank mechanical face staring at you and you begin to get the sense that you're being watched.  At first the feeling feels like it's coming from all around you until you're suddenly spotlighted from above by two intense beams of light.  You're blinded for a moment so you put your arm up in front of your face to block the light.  But as you peer around your arm to get a better look, you find yourself mesmerized (like a deer caught in headlights) by something beyond the beams.  An intelligence that you feel drawn toward.  You hear it repeating, "Forge... Forge... Forge..."

"Forge?  Forge?  Are you alright," Simon asks, finally pulling your mind from your day dream.  "You seemed really out of it."